Skin

My skin has become like a ripe fruit sauteed in the sunlight, living... breathing... skin. The spirit within has crossed over a kind of warm frosted paradigm as the breath therein, taints the breath without love. For what is breath without love? My dear... it is only fear, that morbid, bitter word, a state of mind behind what may seem despondent at first. But fear not, dear love is the sunlight that gives life to the skin, the skin that hosts the spirit within, living... breathing... skin. Go out into the light and breathe... thank your God's for the breath that you freely receive. For all of love is but dead flesh if not for the breath that's given free.